I two-step with Lucifer and ever since I started dancing
I walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson
Starved as famine with my stomach growling
Like someone shouting a hundred thousand times louder than thunder pounding
Fuck around and I’ll punch your mouth in
I’m king of the mountain with my life in this project like it’s public housing
Counting on the fact I firebomb entire songs
And won’t stop until the world’s inside my palm like Viacom
Diabolic, I’ll supply the higher wattage
Via fiberoptic wire until you acquire some kind of knowledge
Cause life made me grow wiser than old-timers
Hot-headed like the Ghost Rider behind a slow driver
Sole-survivor flowing lava second nature
So don’t test, it’s best to save your breath like respirators
I’ll throw a punch at your ribs that gives your lungs asthma
And has you pouring out your guts faster than Dutchmasters
Drunk bastard past the point of no return
Like Denzel tricking Ethan Hawke into smoking sherm
Judgement overturned, holding court like Mordechai
Immortalized when I make statues bleed and portraits cry
I’ll go to war for mine, rebel army guard the border
I’m in the trenches barking orders like I’m Sergeant Slaughter
Pray to Jesus H. for mercy and plead your case
Cause on the frontlines you’re dead the second that you see my face

[Chorus: Diabolic/Immortal Technique]

This is the frontline, this is the dead zone
Barely alive or in a box is how you head home
This is the frontline, this is the life that I chose
I thought I told you motherfuckers to lock and load

This is the frontline, this is the dead zone
Barely alive or in a box is how you head home
This is the frontline, this is the life that I chose
I thought I told you motherfuckers to lock and load

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]

Yeah they said that the success of my music was theoretic
But my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics
Eugenics, Procter and Gamble, credit racial science
Couldn’t produce a more progressive intellectual giant
Nephilim bury em with the bullets left in em
My heart is blacker than the children of Thomas Jefferson
Blacker than back in the days of the tar and feathering
The cancerous endocrine, the ego that’s American
The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem
You can call it conspiracy theory
I don’t give a motherfuck, you could get your mother fucked
National security’s a codeword for cover-up
Hold that down, I look at character, never let the colour get to you
I got white revolutionaries like Muslims in Chechnya
Percussion dumping like the Russian Mafia over you
But even they know what it’s like when you’re fighting for sloboda
So whether Slavic or Islamic, vodka, gin, tonic
Drunken fantasies are cool son but here’s the grim logic
You niggas want to play industry and start to be rich
Until they fuck you for millions like Paul McCartney’s bitch
My lions live inside a box like Jumanji
Sikh nigga status stab you up like Indira Gandhi
So never desecrate the space on which I meditate
My thoughts rip through tank armoured metal plates
It’s thought to resonate to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate
The place that the prophet Mohammed started to levitate
The exact moment that Jesus rose dead awake
And Siddhārtha became the Buddha that regenerates
Half a bar over but I bring it home colder than dead soldiers
Soul-controller, holder of knowledge so fuck Dianetics
I’m like the whole library kemet Annunaki genetics

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Frontlines

[Verse 1: Diabolic]

I two-step with Lucifer and ever since I started dancing
I walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson
Starved as famine with my stomach growling
Like someone shouting a hundred thousand times louder than thunder pounding
Fuck around and I’ll punch your mouth in
I’m king of the mountain with my life in this project like it’s public housing
Counting on the fact I firebomb entire songs
And won’t stop until the world’s inside my palm like Viacom
Diabolic, I’ll supply the higher wattage
Via fiberoptic wire until you acquire some kind of knowledge
Cause life made me grow wiser than old-timers
Hot-headed like the Ghost Rider behind a slow driver
Sole-survivor flowing lava second nature
So don’t test, it’s best to save your breath like respirators
I’ll throw a punch at your ribs that gives your lungs asthma
And has you pouring out your guts faster than Dutchmasters
Drunk bastard past the point of no return
Like Denzel tricking Ethan Hawke into smoking sherm
Judgement overturned, holding court like Mordechai
Immortalized when I make statues bleed and portraits cry
I’ll go to war for mine, rebel army guard the border
I’m in the trenches barking orders like I’m Sergeant Slaughter
Pray to Jesus H. for mercy and plead your case
Cause on the frontlines you’re dead the second that you see my face

[Chorus: Diabolic/Immortal Technique]

This is the frontline, this is the dead zone
Barely alive or in a box is how you head home
This is the frontline, this is the life that I chose
I thought I told you motherfuckers to lock and load

This is the frontline, this is the dead zone
Barely alive or in a box is how you head home
This is the frontline, this is the life that I chose
I thought I told you motherfuckers to lock and load

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]

Yeah they said that the success of my music was theoretic
But my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics
Eugenics, Procter and Gamble, credit racial science
Couldn’t produce a more progressive intellectual giant
Nephilim bury em with the bullets left in em
My heart is blacker than the children of Thomas Jefferson
Blacker than back in the days of the tar and feathering
The cancerous endocrine, the ego that’s American
The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem
You can call it conspiracy theory
I don’t give a motherfuck, you could get your mother fucked
National security’s a codeword for cover-up
Hold that down, I look at character, never let the colour get to you
I got white revolutionaries like Muslims in Chechnya
Percussion dumping like the Russian Mafia over you
But even they know what it’s like when you’re fighting for sloboda
So whether Slavic or Islamic, vodka, gin, tonic
Drunken fantasies are cool son but here’s the grim logic
You niggas want to play industry and start to be rich
Until they fuck you for millions like Paul McCartney’s bitch
My lions live inside a box like Jumanji
Sikh nigga status stab you up like Indira Gandhi
So never desecrate the space on which I meditate
My thoughts rip through tank armoured metal plates
It’s thought to resonate to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate
The place that the prophet Mohammed started to levitate
The exact moment that Jesus rose dead awake
And Siddhārtha became the Buddha that regenerates
Half a bar over but I bring it home colder than dead soldiers
Soul-controller, holder of knowledge so fuck Dianetics
I’m like the whole library kemet Annunaki genetics